With a splash of maroon

On Sunday, I asked my homestay mom if I could do a load of laundry. I only brought a minimal amount of clothes to Italy, and I was very much out of things to wear. She said that she would do my laundry for me. I am super protective of my clothes and I don't like to let other people wash them, but I didn't want to be completely rude to her. So I turned all of my clothes inside out and put my delicates in a special bag to protect them and I hoped that my clothes would survive the Italian washing machine.

They didn't.

Later, I came home that night and my homestay mom told me that the washing machine was broken and it overheated and there were some casualties. I could see that she felt terrible, so I told her va bene (it's all good). She is going to take me bra shopping later to make it up to me.

So that was fine, and I was fine. Until I saw that the damage didn't end there. Almost every single piece of my clothing was partly... maroon! I brought only a few things to Italy to begin with, and now most of them are unwearable! Do I have terrible luck or what? And I haven't even told you about that time a bird pooped in my hair... (that was Friday)

The maroon-y remains of my fave pair of jeans

So it's pretty tragic, and I'm taking it as a sign that God wants me to go on a shopping spree. If I have many more mishaps, I'm going to leave this country broke!

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.